Showering petals of roses falling around me, filling
senses with aromas of delight, searching interior
solace with energetic familiarity.
Taking time to place it all into wonderful spaces,
looking contemplatively at what is happening within
it's circles.
Touching and reflecting thoughts like a mirror in
measures of music, being timed by rhythms as they
take me into the bluened light once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem